A Door

A Poem by Susan Dale

The door you walked out
When you left
Will not close
So is left ajar
And I hear your footsteps
Echo down a long hall
To away

And yet does a faint light linger
Between heart and hall
Glowing like the burning wicks
Of candles
In luminosities
That leap and fall
Alas, melt into yesterdays
When you went back to you

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